Chapter 652

Leslie thought about Broderick from before—acting so innocent like he didn’t know anything—and now here he was, putting on airs and even daring to flirt with her. What was there to be afraid of? Leslie Cross didn’t even know the word "fear." She took off her pajamas, slow and deliberate, like she was moving in slow motion. Her fingers toyed with the tie of the robe, pulling it gently. As the hem loosened and spread open, it resembled the high slit of a cheongsam, revealing glimpses of her long, slender legs. Her skin seemed to glow, smooth and flawless, radiating a kind of irresistible allure. Broderick’s Adam’s apple bobbed instinctively. He just couldn’t handle Leslie’s shamelessness anymore. Was she really this fearless? Without saying a word, he turned and walked out. Leslie had been standing sideways, catching the moment when he left out of the corner of her eye. She noticed how his footsteps faltered for a beat, and a mischievous smile tugged at her lips. “Oh, so you think you ca